"Why are you showing me all these anyway?" Fuuko asked, picture still clutched in her fist.

Yukiko didn't answer. She was looking straight ahead, as if she was expecting someone.

"What? What is it?" Fuuko questioned, turning around to see what was there. Looking back, she realized that Yukiko didn't have the same contented expression she had a few minutes ago, it was more of a fearful one now.

Fuuko opened her mouth to speak again, only to find Yukiko vanishing away.

"Wait!" Fuuko said desperately. She had more questions to ask! A low rumble caused her to look behind, and she realized that the whole room was trembling. Because of the rumble, or by terror, she didn't know, but she was sure she was going to find out.

Ganko was trailing after the white smoke she had seen. It wasn't actually smoke but a mist of some sort. Nevertheless, it didn't really matter now; she just had to follow it. Kaoru was behind her, wide awake and alert.

Something wasn't right in this house and with people missing; the both wanted nothing more than to get out.

Ganko noticed that they had finally stopped retracing the same path and could see a small opened trap door in front. Before Ganko could touch the lid, it slammed shut and promptly locked in place.

"You can't go in there," said the mocking voice of the little eight-year old girl.

Recca was running, running towards Domon's room for safety. Safety from the demanding princess of his.

"You come back this instant! If you can't treat me right now, how can I expect you to treat me well when we're married?!"

Recca banged the door shut, sliding down against it, panting heavily. He never realized that the rooms were so far apart before.

Getting up, he proceeded to wake Domon up. A task that he did not ask for.

Domon was covered with a blanket, looking all snug. He was drooling and murmuring out words. And he was cuddling his pillow very tightly.

Recca, a bit envious that he could sleep so well, kicked him hard in the head.

Domon shot up in his bed, clutching his head and shrieking like a girl.

"About time you woke up! You have got to help me, Yanagi's after me!" Recca appealed.

Domon, fed up at being interrupted in his fantasy dream, picked Recca up, and threw him out the door, back outside.

Recca looked up, cowering in fear.

"We're going to have a talk, a very long talk."

Tokiya was fiddling with the door knob when the back hairs on his neck started to stand. He stopped immediately, and turned around, only to find himself swarmed in black fumes.

Fuuko found herself staring at a figure of a man, made out of black smoke.

"Where is she?" he asked, voice rough and scratchy.

"Where is who?" Fuuko asked, a slight tremble in her voice that went unnoticed.

"Don't be insolent! Where is she?"

"I don't know who you are talking about!"

"Stop lying!" the man bellowed, before sailing right through her.